And here's the second attempt at this weeks word...Glimmer.
The moon was near full but cast only an occasional glimmer of light through the iron-grey cloud.
It was barely enough for Sam to see the path and he stumbled, the added weight of his burden taking him to his knees in the thick snow.
"Oooffh!"
Dean's groan was heartfelt as the impact jarred him from his brother's supporting grasp.
He rolled onto his back, every bruise, laceration and tear he had acquired over the last challenging 24 hours shrieking in protest.
"Sorry, Dean. You okay?"
Sam apologised.
"Yeah, dude..."
Dean grinned weakly.
"Just thought I'd make a snow angel!"
Did ya like em?